When horses die, they breathe
When grasses die, they wither,
When suns die, they go out,
When people die, they sing songs.
A bit too short mate, u need some more pride!
A bit tooooooo short mate, u need some more pride! ! !
A bit toooooooo short mate, u need some more pride! ! !
when horses die =
they die with no sound
That's just ballocks
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